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The House Without
Having green dreams again Hereward the Wake rapping upon the screen Windows of some formless place, a space Extant yet anchorless Shouts from within the House Without Geometries, angles, lines of perspective The view subjective, experience elective.
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Farm Ferdia
Two cocks in perpetual conflict, farmyard Ferdia His blood unforded in red rivers Affording him not a moment more of life Let that living cock be the cream and crow the dawn His beak steelruinous with oft-pecking, let the bán Breasted hen be his bridebird, bridled by the byre The barnyard and its brazen barriers…
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Back Again
Wroth to these puffins, beaking in the beakless place Breaking into the breakless place, the face That smiles between ages, the sages haste To his fabled grace, his blood the greatest grape His sap the wine of Spring, his lap the lamb’s nape His lance the rape and ruin of complacent evil Wicked cities will…
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These Days
Used to drink gin and tonics Now it’s all djinn and chronic Used go out a lot Stay in now the bottle’s stopped Everyone I know was shocked Lopped his bollocks off so he has I remember doing my mocks Realize I’m in my jocks Jolt awake, remember I dropped out Not for clout, I…
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Solomon Dancing
Prayer I am Solomon Solemn, monged and thronged By shadowmasters, revealing thrones I would own would I speak their oaths Write them odes, reevoke their old Names.
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